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Apparently, America. Not quite by choice.
My iPod died, and no defibrillator paddle - nor Genius Bar - can resuscitate. So I've been listening to (gasp...) radio. And for whatever reason, for the past week I haven't been feeling the standard KCRW. Perhaps my mornings are eclectic enough right now. So I've been back and forth between an oldies channel, a randomized channel, and a classic rock channel. At the center of the venn diagram of their playlists sits America's "Sister Golden Hair."
This morning, in fact, it came on again while I was on the randomized channel. Amused, I started to text Tom about it, since it was probably the eighth such playing of the song I've caught in the last seven days. I knew he was busy, so I saved the draft for later, and then changed the channel when it went to commercial. I caught the end of another oldie, which was followed by... lucky number nine.
Is the radio trying to tell me something?
I won't meet you in the middle, I won't meet you in the air
Would please cease stalking airwaves, dreadful Sister Golden Hair?
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